_Citt._ Why so it is man, but take notice then, that you are to distinguish of _Consciences_: There is, _First_, a _plain, simple Conscience_, and that's a Conscience that will serve well enough to keep a man _Right_, if he meet with nothing else to put him _out of the way_. And then there's a _Conscience_ of _State_, or _Profit_; and _that Conscience_ yields, as a _Less Weight_ does to a _Greater_; an _Ounce_ turns the _Scale_, but a _Pound_ carries the _Ounce_, and no body blames the _Weaker_ for being over-power'd by the _stronger_. There is a _Conscience_ of _Profession_ too; which is a _Conscience_ that does not so much regard the _Reason_ of the _thing_, as the being _True_ to a _Party_, when a man has past his _Word_: and this is the _Conscience_ of a man of _Honour_, that fights for his _Whore_. There is likewise a _Conscience_ of _Religion_, and that's a _quiet peaceable Conscience_, that rests in the Affections of the _Heart_, in submission to _Lawfull Institutions_; and in serving _God_, and doing Good to our _Nighbour_, without _Noise_ or _Ostentation_. Consciences of State or Interest. Bum. _Well, but I see a great many very_ Consciencious men _that love to_ Pray _and_ Sing Psalms _next the_ Street, _that their Neighbours may hear 'um; and go up and down_ shaking of their Heads, _and_ wringing of their Hands, _crying out of_ the Calves _of_ Bethel, _and the_ High places, Popery, Prelacy, _and the_ Common-Prayer, _in such a manner, that 'twould grieve a bodies heart to see 'um_. _Citt._ These are _Consciencious men Bumpkin_, and this is the _Conscience_ of _State_ or _Profit_, that I told ye of. Bum. _Ay, but I have seen some men in Fits of the_ Spirit, Jump, _and fling about a_ Pulpit _so desperately, that they set the children a crying_ to have 'um let out. _One while they'd_ raise _themselves upon their_ Tip-toes, _and_ Roar out _upon a suddain, you'd have thought they had been pinch'd with_ Hot Irons; _and then all in an Instant, they'd_ Dop down again, _that ye could hardly see 'um; And so_ fall _into a_ faint, lamenting Voice, _like the_ Grone _of a poor woman_ three quarters spent in Labour. _Nay there was One of 'um that gap'd, and held his mouth open so long, that People cry'd out_, The man has a Bone in his Throat. _Those must needs be very_ Consciencious Men, Citt. _Citt._ They are so _Bumpkin_, but 'tis the _same Conscience_ still; for it works all manner of ways. We took up this Mode I suppose, from the _Transports_, and _Grimaces_ of the _Pagan Priests_, in the Ceremony of their _Sacrifices_, which had a very effectual operation upon the People.